“Anything.”

His hand grazed my breast and I let out a small gasp and tried to gather my thoughts. “Uh…” I was suddenly nervous. Not that I was about to have sex, but that he might not be used to fucking humans. He could easily hurt me – kill me even –  in the throes of passion.

He nudged the neckline of my shirt down further, just barely exposing the lace of my leopard bra and traced his tongue around the thin fabric. I was panting loudly and completely wet and we were both still fully clothed. “You were saying,” he prompted, amusement in his voice, but he never lost sight of his goal – which was to drive me completely  mad with desire. I was seconds from ripping off my clothes right here and letting him do me on the hood of the car.

I swallowed. “As a human…I’m…” I jumped as his cold mouth clamped over my nipple through my bra. “…breakable. Have you-”

“I won’t hurt you,” he mumbled against my breast. “You have my word, Bella.”

Again, he wrapped my legs around him, my hot core positioned right against his bulge, and carried me to the castle, neither caring at the moment who might see us.

We’d made several turns and were suddenly in a small ante chamber type place. He withdrew a key from his pants pocket with me still entwined around him, my mouth nibbling down his neck. I glanced up sharply, certain I saw something move in the window overlooking this square room, but the more I focused, the more I thought my imagination was getting the better of me.

The locked clicked and we were about to enter his room when Edward materialized across from us, though I didn’t think Demetri was aware. For the briefest second I felt bad and then Tanya’s perfect face reminded me that Edward wasn’t mine and that I didn’t owe him anything. Only now, seeing him angrier than I’d ever seen him, did I understand that I wanted him to witness this. I wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt me, to feel just a fraction of the betrayal I’d felt when he’d left me alone and broken in the woods outside my house. I wanted him to know, even if it wasn’t exactly true, that I was over him, that I was all right, that I, too, had moved on – just like he’d wanted.

 I stared coldly back at him as Demetri’s hand cupped my breast watching what can only be described as anguished, torture fill his face. I hated him for what he’d put me through and was sickly satisfied knowing that some part of him cared enough to be bothered by what I was doing with Demetri.

 I closed my eyes on Edward to block out the desolate expression that I’d caused and let Demetri carry me through the door slamming it shut.

Don’t despair, my lovelies! That’s all I’m saying, but the next chapter is already written and will make things seem a little less…disastrous, and will be posted in the next day or so. I just wanted to have some fun with Bella. She’s always getting screwed over by the boys in her life; I thought it was time to stick it to them. And truthfully, I always hated that Bella took Edward back no questions asked in New Moon. I don’t care how in love you are…actions like that need answering for and much groveling.  Thanks for the comments. Keep ‘em coming. I love hearing from you guys.